S E L E N E
I walked into the kitchen to find Rosalie’s bitchy sister, Sarah, sitting at the island, a cup of coffee in her hands. I narrowed my eyes. What was she still doing here? I thought Rosalie and Axel had already kicked them out.
"Shouldn't you be packing?" I asked, my voice laced with acid.
She looked up, her eyes widening in feigned surprise. "Oh, Selene. I didn't hear you come in."
"I'm not surprised," I said, pouring myself a cup of coffee. "You seem to have a knack for not hearing things you don't want to hear."
A flicker of annoyance crossed her face, but she quickly masked it with a sweet smile. "I was just… enjoying the quiet. The palace is so lovely in the morning."
"It's lovelier when you're not in it," I muttered, taking a sip of my coffee.
"Is that any way to spe
